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If you agree give me one of these.
What goes through towns and over hills but never moves?
Besides Paris, what is the capital of France?
In your fire you hear me scream! Creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
It could make arrows fly and kites soar. What is it?
I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.